I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 151 Takada Toshihide's Cold Snort! This is TV Tokyo!

"Deputy Director Takada! It's me! Shunsuke!"

Kamiki Shunsuke's voice instantly shifted from its previous fury to a tone filled with grievance and dependence, almost like a pleading child:
"You...you have to stand up for me! That guy at your station, Hiroshi Nohara, he...he bullied me in front of everyone! He even said...he even said he'd blacklist me! Please come quick! Come and teach him a lesson!"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

The deathly silence, like an invisible hand, gradually gripped Kamiki Shunsuke's throat, causing his already anxious heart to sink uncontrollably, bit by bit.

"Takada... Deputy Director?" he called out tentatively, his voice carrying a hint of fear that even he himself was unaware of.

“Shenmu-kun”.

Finally, Takada Toshihide's icy, emotionless voice slowly rang out: "Where are you now?"

"I...I'm backstage in Studio 3."

“Very good.” Takada Toshihide’s voice remained calm: “Now, look up. Look at the words written above your head.”

Kamiki Shunsuke subconsciously looked up and, through the crack in the dressing room door, saw the huge sign at the end of the corridor, radiating a cold metallic luster.

Above, printed in the most eye-catching font, are several large characters—

[TV Tokyo Production Headquarters]

"This is TV Tokyo."

Takada Toshihide's voice was like the whisper of a devil from hell, each word carrying a chill that could freeze a person to death.

"It's not your Kirin Agency, where you can do whatever you want, nor is it Chairman Sato Tokugawa's private backyard."

“Here, I, Takada Toshihide, am in charge. And Nohara Hiroshi…”

He paused, and his voice carried a hint of apprehension that even Iwata Masao had never heard before.

"—It's someone I can't easily touch."

"And what are you anyway?"

"boom--!"

These humiliating words exploded in Kamiki Shunsuke's mind!

He stared blankly at the phone, all the color draining from his handsome face in an instant.

“No…it’s impossible…” he murmured, his voice trembling. “Deputy Director Takada…you…you must be mistaken? Sato…Chairman Sato, he…”

"Sato Tokugawa?"

Takada Toshihide let out a disdainful sneer: "He is indeed rich and powerful. But no matter how powerful he is, can he control the internal personnel appointments and dismissals of our TV station? Can he affect the normal recording of our nationally popular variety show?"

"Shinmoku-kun, I advise you to figure out your own identity."

Takada Toshihide's voice turned completely cold: "You're nothing more than a Persian cat that Sato Tokugawa keeps, a cat that's only considered pretty. When he's in a good mood, he can buy you the most expensive cat food and the most luxurious collar. But when he's in a bad mood, he can throw you, this disobedient pet, out onto the street anytime to fend for yourself."

"Believe it or not, all I have to do right now is call Sato Tokugawa and tell him that his little cat is so arrogant and has caused a huge mess for our Tokyo TV station..."

His voice was as light as a feather, yet as heavy as a mountain, striking Kamiki Shunsuke's heart.

"—Do you think he'll protect you, or... come to me personally and apologize?"

This is a comparison between fundamental interests and external pursuits.

Anyone can tell the difference.

Real estate developers also need the media, especially television stations, particularly the largest TV station in Tokyo, to promote their properties.

TV Tokyo is currently the only super-large media outlet in the Kanto region.

In the various departments inside.

But it's under the Information Bureau!
It is specifically responsible for today's news, as well as news from recent investigations.

If they really offend TV Tokyo, and those high-ranking officials collude, which real estate developer can be sure that their property development is without flaws or problems?
Yes, real estate developers may have money, but they are not.

But if you offend these media outlets, even a small negative report can lead to a prolonged period of time, and in the end, you might not even know how you died!

silence.

A deathly silence. Kamiki Shunsuke stood frozen in place, his already pale face now a deathly ashen white.

He finally understood.

Or perhaps he already knew, but simply refused to admit it—

I am nothing more than a commodity, a plaything!
A worthless luxury item that can be traded and discarded at any time!

"……sorry."

After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out these three words, filled with humiliation and resentment.

Immediately, his handsome face, which had long since lost all color, involuntarily blossomed once more into a cloying, fawning smile that was even more unsightly than crying.

“Deputy Director Takada~” His voice instantly switched from the shock he had just conveyed to a sickeningly sweet tone: “Please…please don’t be angry. I…I was just joking with you. You know, I always listen to you the most.”

"Hmph." Takada Toshihide let out a disdainful snort from his nose.

"Then...then I'll go apologize to that...Minister Nohara right now! I promise! I'll make sure he's satisfied! I absolutely won't cause you any more trouble!"

Kamiki Shunsuke's voice became increasingly sweet and humble.

"what ever."

After uttering those two words, Takada Toshihide hung up the phone decisively.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Hearing the cold busy tone from the microphone, the smile on Kamiki Shunsuke's face froze instantly.

He slowly put down the phone.

Then turned around.

All the humility and flattery had faded from that handsome face, leaving only a cold and gloomy expression devoid of any warmth.

He looked at Iwata Masao, who had stood there like a wooden statue the whole time. In his amorous peach blossom eyes, there was a chilling, venomous resentment.

"Director Iwata."

His voice was soft and gentle, like a lover's whisper, yet it carried a cruelty that could send chills down anyone's spine.

"You heard everything just now, didn't you?"

"..." Iwata Masao's body trembled uncontrollably.

"very good."

A devilish smile curled at the corners of Kamiki Shunsuke's mouth.

"There's nothing more for you to do here, so go tell that guy named Hiroshi Nohara. Tell him that I, Shunsuke Kamiki, apologize to him for my rudeness earlier."

"Yes." Masao Iwata immediately turned and left.

Just then, Junichi Watanabe returned. The two nodded to each other, and then Junichi Watanabe closed the door.

"What's wrong?" Junichi Watanabe was surprised to see that this spoiled guy hadn't lost his temper.

This is not like Shunsuke Kamiki's personality.

“And… Takada Toshihide.” Kamiki Shunsuke slowly uttered the name, his eyes chillingly cold: “The claws of a Persian cat, if given the chance, can be quite sharp!”

"Huh?" Junichi Watanabe was even more astonished.

But Kamiki Shunsuke ignored him completely, calmly walked to the broken mirror, picked up an eyebrow pencil from the mess of cosmetics, and began to slowly touch up his makeup on his handsome face.

That posture was elegant, yet filled with a kind of chilling, morbid composure.

He knew he had to endure it.

But he knew even more that this game was far from over.

He wanted to return to Sato Tokugawa's side, and he wanted to use his best methods to whisper the gentlest words in her ear.

He wanted the man who controlled his entire destiny to know that his most beloved pet had suffered a tremendous injustice outside.

He wants to make that guy named Hiroshi Nohara and that bastard named Toshihide Takada pay the heaviest price for everything they've done today!
(End of this chapter)